#forgotten coast

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Strawberry moon over Florida's "Forgotten Coast" (Thank You Amber Lawhorn Whisner on Indian Pass, Florida!)

[Our Little Secret on St. George Island]

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“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.” ― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

[hales-from-hell]

I love living in Florida sometimes

[nathanarcher]

Archer, Nathan. “Hurricane Michael Anniversary.” Tallahassee Democrat, October 10, 2019. https://on.tdo.com/2nUeq7o.

[everyone-sacritic]

Bodies could be beacons, too, Saul knew.  A lighthouse was a fixed beacon for a fixed purpose; a person was a moving one.  But people still emanated light in their way, still shone across the miles as a warning, an invitation, or even just a static signal.  People opened up so they became a brightness, or they went dark.  They turned their light inward sometimes, so you couldn't see it, because they had no other choice.

Jeff VanderMeer, Acceptance (2014)

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